Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.